Chapter 68: Fang Qingxue Personally Fed Chen Zheng a Pill?

Chen Zheng had no interest in watching the spectacle.

So when the Demon Marshal arrived, he only gave a glance, then turned and headed toward Xuan Gui Pavilion.

After selling the Seven‑Demon Gourd, he still has to slay the Ghost‑Demon Thieves and return to Golden Feather Island, so how could he find the time?

But contrary to his expectation, the Demon Marshal actually called his name.

Chen Zheng halted his steps, ignored the many gazes around, turned his head to Ying Tianqing and asked, "Do you know me?"

Ying Tianqing snapped out of his shock, shook his head then nodded, "I guess so."

He then asked, "You've already joined the Feather Ascension Sect? How did you advance to the Shen Tong Mi Jing?"

In just over a month, Chen Zheng had advanced in Shen Tong, leaving him in disbelief.

Moreover, back on the Forty‑nine Islands, he had personally declared that even if Chen Zheng cultivated for ten lifetimes, he was destined to remain a mortal.

Who could have imagined the slap of reality would come so quickly.

"I guess so?"

Chen Zheng was speechless.

If it is, it is; if not, it isn't—what does "I guess so" even mean?

Then he thought perhaps Fang Qingxue had mentioned him, or Ying Tianqing had seen him on the Forty‑nine Islands.

Both are possible.

He was too lazy to investigate further.

However, Ying Tianqing's tone made him uncomfortable.

"I could advance in Shen Tong thanks to Qingxue; she procured a Yin‑Yang Ten‑Thousand‑Lifespan Pill for me within the sect and fed it to me herself."

Chen Zheng seemed to think of his lover, a boundless tenderness spreading across his face as he opened his mouth.

Having said that, he turned and entered Xuan Gui Pavilion.

Boom!

Ying Tianqing felt as if struck by lightning; his complexion froze instantly, and his mind went blank.

What did he just hear!

Fang Qingxue actually fed Chen Zheng the pill herself?

How could that be possible?

No!

Impossible!

The sky was bright, the sunlight glaring.

Yet Ying Tianqing felt his life turn dim, despair gnawing at his soul bit by bit.

The middle‑aged Manager, seeing his distress, hurriedly asked, "Demon Marshal, are you all right?"

Ying Tianqing, as if clutching a lifeline, seized the middle‑aged Manager's collar and roared, "Quickly, tell me this isn't true, it isn't true…"

……

After Chen Zheng explained his purpose, a disciple led him to a great hall deep within Xuan Gui Pavilion.

Inside the hall stood a man, his demeanor steady, his authority evident without anger.

"So it is this person."

A look of surprise flashed in Chen Zheng's eyes.

He recognized him as Wan Hai Shan, who in the underground world had, together with Xue Wuhen and Chi Lie, besieged Xia Jiuxiao.

Hai Shan, however, did not recognize him and smiled, "Fellow Daoist, I am Hai Shan, an authentic disciple of Wan Gui Immortal Island. What treasure are you looking to sell?"

Swish!

Chen Zheng had no intention of idle talk; with a flick of his hand, the Seven‑Demon Gourd appeared on the table before him.

"This is…"

Hai Shan fixed his gaze, his pupils instantly contracting, and exclaimed, "The Seven‑Demon Gourd of Little Celestial King Wang Molin of the Sky Wolf!"

Chen Zheng got straight to the point: "Not bad. Would Xuan Gui Pavilion dare to take this treasure? What is its value?"

Many merchant guilds, to avoid trouble, dare not accept the 'filthy items' of major sect disciples.

"As long as it isn't a Taiyi Sect item, Xuan Gui Pavilion will gladly accept it."

Hai Shan inhaled deeply, his gaze reluctantly shifting from the Seven‑Demon Gourd, and his look toward Chen Zheng became far more solemn than before.

Then he changed tack: "However, I need to appraise the Seven‑Demon Gourd before I can state its exact price."

"Then appraise it."

With Chen Zheng's permission, Hai Shan reached for the Seven‑Demon Gourd, opened its stopper, and examined it carefully.

A greedy glint flickered in his eyes, but he concealed it well, so Chen Zheng did not notice.

After a short while, Hai Shan finished his inspection, deliberately furrowing his brow, and said, "This gourd contains only Sky Wolf Seven‑Demon smoke and a few poisonous insects; it lacks the Seven‑Killer Sword Formation, so its potency is greatly reduced…"

Chen Zheng cut in directly: "How many pills is it worth?"

"Two million Baiyang Pills," Hai Shan murmured briefly before stating the price.

Chen Zheng's complexion darkened; his gaze at Hai Shan was like that of a fool, and he reached for the Seven‑Demon Gourd.

From what he knew, a common low‑grade treasure fetched three to five hundred thousand Baiyang Pills, a medium‑grade around a few million, and a top‑grade could exceed ten million.

Although the Seven‑Demon Gourd isn't a top‑grade treasure, it is far superior to an ordinary medium‑grade item.

Even without the Seven‑Killer Sword Formation, its value exceeds two million.

Does Hai Shan really think he can be fooled?

"I misread it earlier, fellow Daoist, please forgive me."

Hai Shan's face turned awkward; he quickly apologized to Chen Zheng, smiling, "Although this Seven‑Demon Gourd is incomplete, it's still rare. I'll offer five million Baiyang Pills."

Hearing this price, Chen Zheng's hand that was about to grab the Seven Slaughter Gourd paused; he nodded and said, "Deal."

Five million, that's about right.

This novel you arrive.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait; I'll go ask the Elder for the pills."

Hai Shan secretly let out a breath of relief, placed the Seven Slaughter Gourd back on the table, and was about to head out of the hall.

"Wait."

Chen Zheng suddenly called out to him, waved his hand, and the Flying Snow Divine Sword and the Jialan flying sword appeared in midair, asking, "What is the value of these two treasures?"

Hai Shan eyed the two flying swords in the air, his eyes brightening: "One is a lower-grade treasure, the other a middle-grade treasure; I'll give you two hundred forty thousand White Yang Pills in total—how about that?"

"Good."

Chen Zheng did not hesitate and agreed.

Hai Shan hurriedly left.

Soon he returned to the hall.

He brought back enough pills, and exchanged payment and goods with Chen Zheng hand over hand.

Thereafter, Chen Zheng possessed no more magical treasures, and obtained seven million four hundred thousand White Yang Pills.

"My Profound Turtle Pavilion has secluded chambers for closed-door cultivation; Fellow Daoist, if you need one, I can provide it free of charge." Seeing Chen Zheng about to turn and leave, Hai Shan suddenly said.

"No need."

Chen Zheng left the hall without looking back, heading toward the outside of the Profound Turtle Pavilion.

Refining just over seven million White Yang Pills is nothing; no need for secluded cultivation—even the time to eat a meal isn't required; it can be finished on the road.

Inside the hall.

Hai Shan's eyes flashed with pain; he gestured, and the two flying swords he had bought from Chen Zheng were stored into the gourd.

Swish swish swish…

Five more lower-grade treasure flying swords flew from his body, entering the gourd one after another.

Inside the gourd, a buzzing sound suddenly erupted.

From the gourd's mouth, seven strands of extremely ferocious sword light shot out, crisscrossing within the hall, cutting the air with a hissing sound.

"Good, the Seven Slaughter Sword Formation is complete!"

Hai Shan gazed at those seven sword lights; the pain in his eyes vanished, replaced by excitement.

"I bought the Seven Slaughter Gourd not for public duty, but for private gain!"

"And to purchase this treasure, he had just borrowed seven million White Yang Pills from the Elder."

"He also borrowed three flying swords, adding to his own two, finally forming the Seven Slaughter Sword Formation."

"It was all worth it!"

"Although he only has the second layer of divine abilities, with this sword formation in hand he can contend with cultivators of the fourth or fifth layer of divine abilities—his combat power has surged."

"As his combat power rose, his mindset began to swell."

Hai Shan stroked the Seven Slaughter Gourd, gazing at the hall doorway where Chen Zheng had exited; his expression turned grim and inscrutable.

"I owe the Elder such a huge sum all at once; if I don't engage in some profit‑free trade, even hundreds of years might not be enough to repay it. And this person happens to……"

"(End of chapter)"